My start to the weekend was actually rather beautiful.
I watched School of Rock.
I actually, whole-heartedly adore that film. It's just great.
Jack Black, lets get rockin'!
I am sorry about my last post, I just REALLY like that song. It is just... ahh, I love Dan le Sac vs Scroobius Pip.
I'd really like to get my hands on his published poetry...
:D
So I talked to my friend today. My special friend. My ice-skating buddy. My bus pal.
Now this is going to sound odd.
I suggested we should hang out.
You know, casual like.
He said that he would like to go and see Alice In Wonderland with me.
A smile broke out upon my face that was rather huge.
I checked the calendar.
I think Mum got confused.
I am going to see Alice In Wonderland with Dominic.
Not Francesca, as I think she understood/mistook.
As I will be going straight from band, to Newcastle (on the train WOOOZAHHHHH) to see the film, and Francesca said she will then take me to hers to drop off my doss-over bag, we shall go and see You Me At Six, PARRTAAAAY HARD, and then just you know, be awesome. So *that* part of the day will be spent with Francesca.
I'm slightly happy right now. Wait, I'm really rather ecstatic.
I also have my MIKA poster up ON MAH CEILING! IT'S RIGHT ABOVE MY FACE.
OH YEAH!
The Alice in Wonderland soundtrack is really rather spectacular.
CHECK IT OUT (when you can).
(This is a short post, it feels wrong)
And Mother, there is nothing to worry about. He's a very nice boy.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Saturday 27 February 2010
Friday 26 February 2010
Stolen
but just every word here makes me...
just feel human.
Full impact found here
<3
"Silently I step up with a subversive subtext,
Trying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects,
Place my faith in the belief that the general public,
Will open up their minds to more than just an industry puppet,
I ain't a preacher preachin' doom and gloom,
Well not just yet,
But if there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my grave and say "F*** IT"..
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
That lift me above,
All of these tiresome things,
That we know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
That lift me above,
All of these tiresome things,
That we know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does.
A lot of my poems and writings seem to start with me waking up, or being in a dream, or dream like state. Now, this implies a certain level of abstraction in my work.. You might say I'm keeping it surreal but.. I'd rather you didn't. Fact is. I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that. I like sleepin' man. It's a nice place to be.
...Right
I was walking along through unfamiliar streets,
And it felt strange 'cause there didn't seem to be anyone else around.
I don't know where I was but it had a feeling of New York,
But not New York in real life the New York you see in old films,
I can't really explain why it just had that vibe,
Every step I took felt somehow more dramatic.
So I kept walking and down an alley behind a bar sitting on some metal steps I saw a man,
From the look and smell of him it was clear that he enjoyed a drink,
But he wasn't in such a state I felt him to be any kind of irrational threat so I approached him,
With due care..
"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd",
Now just what he meant by 'we' I didn't really get,
But all the same I took a seat next to him on the step,
He said "You'll meet a few people before this day is through,
Who will administer advice and guidelines to you,
Now what each of them says I'll tell you now is true,
But whether or not you take this advice is for you to choose",
At that point he acted as if someone had whispered in his ear,
Which, since noone else was there, was pretty damn weird,
Awkwardly I looked away and kinda played with my beard,
And he cleared his throat for a second and said "Listen here,
In this life you can be oh so smart or oh so pleasant,
For years I was smart, I reccommend pleasant,
Being smart can make you rich and bring respect and reverence,
But the rewards of being pleasant are far more incandescent",
With this information I was encouraged to walk on,
I continued alone through these empty streets,
Thinking over what Elwood had said but at the same time thinking about how f***ing strange the day had been so far,
I was in my own little world when a hand was placed on my chest,
And a guy said "Look out, there's some broken glass on the floor there",
I looked up,
He said "Hi, pleased to meet you, my name is Lloyd Dobler,
I'll get straight to the point, won't take too much time from ya,
I'm probably the youngest person you'll get advice from today,
And you may think that a guy my age wouldn't have anything to say,
But it's said that observation, not old age, brings wisdom,
And I observe every single life lesson I'm given,
I won't attempt tell you how to love or be loved,
Because you get a different genie each time that lantern is rubbed,
But I will offer you advice on dealing with life,
Its ups and its downs,
Its troubles and its strifes,
Now I'm sure you've had times when you've felt down or angry,
Wanted to lash out, punch a wall and be manly,
But the question I pose now will offer you a plan B,
And maybe some peace and quiet for your friends and family,
How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood,
And then just be.. in.. a good mood?
That's all I have to say because it's a straight up fact,
You control your emotions it's as simple as that",
He walked off then, leaving me to contemplate this brief encounter,
I'd barely had time to realise I was being taught something before he was gone,
And I was back on my way.
On I walked and almost immediately I spotted the next guide,
And he couldn't be clearer.
This guy was standing on the street corner and pacing back and forth,
Skinny lookin' guy leather jacket tight jeans, retro look,
I'd rarely seen someone look quite so uncomfortable in their ownskin,
Twitchin', smoothing his hair back, kicking the floor and looking up and down the street,
He clearly didn't enjoy waiting around so I approached him quickly,
To put him out of his misery,
And to let him start his.. spiel.
"Hi my name is Billy Brown,
I ain't gonna give you some quote,
Instead I'm gonna use some stuff that YOU wrote:
'Always had the feeling I could never be the villain,
Cause the villain in the books is always backlit,
Always had the feeling I could never be the villain,
Cause the villain in the books is always backlit,
Now I find it pleasing to defend myself with reason,
But this clock is always sitting on my back,
tick, tick tick,
Then, no explosion but participants errosion,
Like a picture over overly exposed and,
Like a fox that's been run over in the road and..'
Basically what I'm trying to say to you is,
You don't achieve anything by letting the past rule within you,
Getting all pent up and angry about stuff just eats away inside you,
What's that other line of yours..
'If you can't forgive and forget,
How's this,
Forget forgivin' and just accept that that's it',
See that's how it's gotta be.
Then you can fall in love, get on with your life and be free",
Almost before he could finished this sentence he was off down the street,
Hands in his pockets, hurrying away..
Now quite accepting of the totally surreal time I was having I rounded a corner,
And continued onto my next encounter,
Resigned to the fact this was some dream or hallucination,
I made my way through the now dark street,
To the one window that had a light on,
I walked through the unlocked door which incidentally had blinds down,
And a sillhouetted figure like a film noir scene,
But sadly no sign saying Private Eye.
As I entered a voice promptly said..
"This journey's almost over, I'm the only one left,
Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Walter Nepp,
The other guys have taught you things of great positive worth,
But I'm afraid I'm here to bring you back down to Earth,
See you can live your life in control and be nice,
But even that will not promise you a happy life,
You may think yourself in general to be a nice guy,
But I'm telling you now - that right there is a lie,
Even the nicest of guys has some nasty within 'em,
You don't have to be backlit to be the villain,
Whether it be greed lust or just plain vindictiveness,
There's a level of benevolence inside all of us,
You can paint yourself an image and live in your own little dream,
But this ain't a dream, it's one big silver screen,
So when you think you've got your happy ending don't ever forget it,
It ain't over til you hear the sound of your end credits,
You'll be waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for you feet to grow wings,
That lift you above,
All of these tiresome things,
That you know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for you feet to grow wings,
That lift you above,
All of these tiresome things,
That you know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does"
Tatty bye,
Haze
just feel human.
Full impact found here
<3
"Silently I step up with a subversive subtext,
Trying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects,
Place my faith in the belief that the general public,
Will open up their minds to more than just an industry puppet,
I ain't a preacher preachin' doom and gloom,
Well not just yet,
But if there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my grave and say "F*** IT"..
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
That lift me above,
All of these tiresome things,
That we know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
That lift me above,
All of these tiresome things,
That we know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does.
A lot of my poems and writings seem to start with me waking up, or being in a dream, or dream like state. Now, this implies a certain level of abstraction in my work.. You might say I'm keeping it surreal but.. I'd rather you didn't. Fact is. I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that. I like sleepin' man. It's a nice place to be.
...Right
I was walking along through unfamiliar streets,
And it felt strange 'cause there didn't seem to be anyone else around.
I don't know where I was but it had a feeling of New York,
But not New York in real life the New York you see in old films,
I can't really explain why it just had that vibe,
Every step I took felt somehow more dramatic.
So I kept walking and down an alley behind a bar sitting on some metal steps I saw a man,
From the look and smell of him it was clear that he enjoyed a drink,
But he wasn't in such a state I felt him to be any kind of irrational threat so I approached him,
With due care..
"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd",
Now just what he meant by 'we' I didn't really get,
But all the same I took a seat next to him on the step,
He said "You'll meet a few people before this day is through,
Who will administer advice and guidelines to you,
Now what each of them says I'll tell you now is true,
But whether or not you take this advice is for you to choose",
At that point he acted as if someone had whispered in his ear,
Which, since noone else was there, was pretty damn weird,
Awkwardly I looked away and kinda played with my beard,
And he cleared his throat for a second and said "Listen here,
In this life you can be oh so smart or oh so pleasant,
For years I was smart, I reccommend pleasant,
Being smart can make you rich and bring respect and reverence,
But the rewards of being pleasant are far more incandescent",
With this information I was encouraged to walk on,
I continued alone through these empty streets,
Thinking over what Elwood had said but at the same time thinking about how f***ing strange the day had been so far,
I was in my own little world when a hand was placed on my chest,
And a guy said "Look out, there's some broken glass on the floor there",
I looked up,
He said "Hi, pleased to meet you, my name is Lloyd Dobler,
I'll get straight to the point, won't take too much time from ya,
I'm probably the youngest person you'll get advice from today,
And you may think that a guy my age wouldn't have anything to say,
But it's said that observation, not old age, brings wisdom,
And I observe every single life lesson I'm given,
I won't attempt tell you how to love or be loved,
Because you get a different genie each time that lantern is rubbed,
But I will offer you advice on dealing with life,
Its ups and its downs,
Its troubles and its strifes,
Now I'm sure you've had times when you've felt down or angry,
Wanted to lash out, punch a wall and be manly,
But the question I pose now will offer you a plan B,
And maybe some peace and quiet for your friends and family,
How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood,
And then just be.. in.. a good mood?
That's all I have to say because it's a straight up fact,
You control your emotions it's as simple as that",
He walked off then, leaving me to contemplate this brief encounter,
I'd barely had time to realise I was being taught something before he was gone,
And I was back on my way.
On I walked and almost immediately I spotted the next guide,
And he couldn't be clearer.
This guy was standing on the street corner and pacing back and forth,
Skinny lookin' guy leather jacket tight jeans, retro look,
I'd rarely seen someone look quite so uncomfortable in their ownskin,
Twitchin', smoothing his hair back, kicking the floor and looking up and down the street,
He clearly didn't enjoy waiting around so I approached him quickly,
To put him out of his misery,
And to let him start his.. spiel.
"Hi my name is Billy Brown,
I ain't gonna give you some quote,
Instead I'm gonna use some stuff that YOU wrote:
'Always had the feeling I could never be the villain,
Cause the villain in the books is always backlit,
Always had the feeling I could never be the villain,
Cause the villain in the books is always backlit,
Now I find it pleasing to defend myself with reason,
But this clock is always sitting on my back,
tick, tick tick,
Then, no explosion but participants errosion,
Like a picture over overly exposed and,
Like a fox that's been run over in the road and..'
Basically what I'm trying to say to you is,
You don't achieve anything by letting the past rule within you,
Getting all pent up and angry about stuff just eats away inside you,
What's that other line of yours..
'If you can't forgive and forget,
How's this,
Forget forgivin' and just accept that that's it',
See that's how it's gotta be.
Then you can fall in love, get on with your life and be free",
Almost before he could finished this sentence he was off down the street,
Hands in his pockets, hurrying away..
Now quite accepting of the totally surreal time I was having I rounded a corner,
And continued onto my next encounter,
Resigned to the fact this was some dream or hallucination,
I made my way through the now dark street,
To the one window that had a light on,
I walked through the unlocked door which incidentally had blinds down,
And a sillhouetted figure like a film noir scene,
But sadly no sign saying Private Eye.
As I entered a voice promptly said..
"This journey's almost over, I'm the only one left,
Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Walter Nepp,
The other guys have taught you things of great positive worth,
But I'm afraid I'm here to bring you back down to Earth,
See you can live your life in control and be nice,
But even that will not promise you a happy life,
You may think yourself in general to be a nice guy,
But I'm telling you now - that right there is a lie,
Even the nicest of guys has some nasty within 'em,
You don't have to be backlit to be the villain,
Whether it be greed lust or just plain vindictiveness,
There's a level of benevolence inside all of us,
You can paint yourself an image and live in your own little dream,
But this ain't a dream, it's one big silver screen,
So when you think you've got your happy ending don't ever forget it,
It ain't over til you hear the sound of your end credits,
You'll be waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for you feet to grow wings,
That lift you above,
All of these tiresome things,
That you know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for you feet to grow wings,
That lift you above,
All of these tiresome things,
That you know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does"
Tatty bye,
Haze
Wednesday 24 February 2010
My Way of Thinking
(Greg Holden, beautiful)
I have missed you. It feels so good to just sit down, and have the morning time to tap this out to you. I even did the physical action of pretending to (because I can’t) crack my knuckles outwards, like piano players do to sometimes limber up to write this. A part of me has just become a little more complete for writing this.
THE. DAY. HAS. ARRIVED.
The day I have been counting down to since the 26th October! (Which was Stereo Decade night (don’t even go there, I am beyond frustration)[EDIT- NO IT WASN'T IT WAS TIM MINCHIN NIGHT!!!!!] Since Danielle booked the tickets that evening and we just actually squealed in the car, for both of the events in our headlights. Headlines? Horizon? Oh, never mind.
So yes! IT IS MIKA EVENING TONIGHT! AND ERIK HASSLE IS SUPPORTING! I AM GOING TO EXPLODE TODAY! However, I feel a little bit too ill to feel the real extent of my excitement. My cough is tickly, it’s all icky, my nose is dribbly and I still have a raspy voice. So, all in all, not all is in good order in my body, but I’ll manage because I ALWAYS DO! Sucks to be a week night though.
Oh, and I’m totally waiting to meet him, screw needing sleep. I need Mika.
Also, it’s doom day in orthodontic land. I am getting them changed again. Or off, which I highly doubt now looking at the state of them. Maybe in a month? Phew, I hope so! I’VE MISSED SO MUCH! Like my lips looking a little bit more normal? Oh well!
I wrote in my diary last night that I had this urge to want to go swimming yesterday. I just wanted to like, float. It was odd, I can’t really describe it, but I think I’m fondest of those moments, when you just *can’t* describe how you feel, but it’s beautiful. I also had a really deep bath by accident, and my arms just FLOATED. They honestly wouldn’t do anything else, because if they somehow had done, I would’ve single handedly (hahahaaa) flooded the bathroom.
Oh dear, both Danielle and I have very little voice today. It shall be quiet. NOT. MUAHAHAHHA.
I’m going to sit and make my nails shorter and more even, via filing and maybe taking this CRUDDY layer of graphite colour nail varnish off. I hate not having the time to do a second layer, and leaving it looking all weak and watery and just down –right RUBBISH.
- Ok so I just got home from getting my braces changed. These bad boyd are coming off in 9-10 weeks time. PREPARE YOURSELF FOR NAKED TEETH! HAHAHAHA OH MARISSA!
- I just saw two boys deliberately pelt over-the-road’s living room windows with snowballs. My faith in humanity is at an all time low.
- We’re having fish fingers for tea.
- It has been about 10 years, no exaggeration, since I have had fish fingers, at all, let alone for tea.
- I am going to see Mika and Erik Hassle live tonight.
- I am going to feel even more complete
-
Tatty bye,
Haze
p.s.
MUAHAHHAHAHA
I have missed you. It feels so good to just sit down, and have the morning time to tap this out to you. I even did the physical action of pretending to (because I can’t) crack my knuckles outwards, like piano players do to sometimes limber up to write this. A part of me has just become a little more complete for writing this.
THE. DAY. HAS. ARRIVED.
The day I have been counting down to since the 26th October! (Which was Stereo Decade night (don’t even go there, I am beyond frustration)[EDIT- NO IT WASN'T IT WAS TIM MINCHIN NIGHT!!!!!] Since Danielle booked the tickets that evening and we just actually squealed in the car, for both of the events in our headlights. Headlines? Horizon? Oh, never mind.
So yes! IT IS MIKA EVENING TONIGHT! AND ERIK HASSLE IS SUPPORTING! I AM GOING TO EXPLODE TODAY! However, I feel a little bit too ill to feel the real extent of my excitement. My cough is tickly, it’s all icky, my nose is dribbly and I still have a raspy voice. So, all in all, not all is in good order in my body, but I’ll manage because I ALWAYS DO! Sucks to be a week night though.
Oh, and I’m totally waiting to meet him, screw needing sleep. I need Mika.
Also, it’s doom day in orthodontic land. I am getting them changed again. Or off, which I highly doubt now looking at the state of them. Maybe in a month? Phew, I hope so! I’VE MISSED SO MUCH! Like my lips looking a little bit more normal? Oh well!
I wrote in my diary last night that I had this urge to want to go swimming yesterday. I just wanted to like, float. It was odd, I can’t really describe it, but I think I’m fondest of those moments, when you just *can’t* describe how you feel, but it’s beautiful. I also had a really deep bath by accident, and my arms just FLOATED. They honestly wouldn’t do anything else, because if they somehow had done, I would’ve single handedly (hahahaaa) flooded the bathroom.
Oh dear, both Danielle and I have very little voice today. It shall be quiet. NOT. MUAHAHAHHA.
I’m going to sit and make my nails shorter and more even, via filing and maybe taking this CRUDDY layer of graphite colour nail varnish off. I hate not having the time to do a second layer, and leaving it looking all weak and watery and just down –right RUBBISH.
- Ok so I just got home from getting my braces changed. These bad boyd are coming off in 9-10 weeks time. PREPARE YOURSELF FOR NAKED TEETH! HAHAHAHA OH MARISSA!
- I just saw two boys deliberately pelt over-the-road’s living room windows with snowballs. My faith in humanity is at an all time low.
- We’re having fish fingers for tea.
- It has been about 10 years, no exaggeration, since I have had fish fingers, at all, let alone for tea.
- I am going to see Mika and Erik Hassle live tonight.
- I am going to feel even more complete
-
Tatty bye,
Haze
p.s.
MUAHAHHAHAHA
Sunday 21 February 2010
I only have eyes for you
So trueeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
OH YOU ME AT SIX.
I am thoroughly excited about *that* right there, I tell you now.
Because I want to be a scene kid at heart, even though I despise everything they stand for, their music makes me go :D
AHH, as if I just stereotyped.
Move on!
Owl City last night completed a certain fragment of my life. I feel incredibly thankful that it alleviated some of Fran's burdens as well, just being major fangirls. It was blissful. I will say now and here though, that there were some CRAZY people stood in the vicinity of us. I mean, Owl City, eclectic crowd, right?
There was a CRAZY girl stood infront of us. I mean, she was clearly ON MEDICATION. She was with her Mum though. ROFL. Another case like this, but severely toned down, was a boy dressed all in black with a black beenie too, that was with his Dad. His father was the man that is at EVERY GIG I HAVE EVER BEEN TO (not the *actual* man, that would have freaked me out, BIG TIME) but the image of the man who is ALWAYS THERE.
The man in the coat.
Zipped up, to the top.
However, the only thing missing this time was the awkward pint in his hand. Probably because he was with his son.
Oh, I've only just realised, they must have both been under 14 to be accompanied by an adult. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.
Sorry, I was once at that stage, (The Feeling) but MAN. My parents helped me take the posters off the walls, they didn't zip their fleeces up and stand looking a little bit forlorn. Actually, Mum may have done the forlorn thing, but she enjoyed it.
And thirdly, the girl stood behind me. Typical "I'm an annoying girlfriend with my boyfriend" girl. She was so insistent upon the fact she knew more words. I mean, come ON! THERE IS NO NEED! I was just happy to know which song he was singing, and chip in at little bits. I knew she was aiming those sly digs at Fran and I, she was shouting so loudly. She was blonde and short. It was funny.
I also waved my hands a little bit too much and like, biffed a scene kid's back combed mullet.
I thought they had died out, I really did, but no, apparently they are still here, returning like a beheaded hydra. She was even wearing a BOW.
A MASSIVE BLACK BOW.
Cripes, it's 2010. The scene errupted, what, 2 years ago? That is some dedication. Or perhaps she's just behind the times.
What I loved the most is that Adam called us Magpies.
And said "This next song is about bugs and stuff", and then proceeded to sing Fireflies.
He dedicated The Saltwater Room to his father, by saying "If my Dad is out there listening, this goes out to him".
I welled up. I'm not going to lie to you.
I have a lot of revision to do for three separate tests tomorrow.
One which I've had the answers for (well actually only half of them because they printed the booklet wrong, but still) since last Friday, and the other two can just royally shove off.
I am looking forward to Pheasant stirfry mash up.
Thank you Heather.
Tatty bye,
Haze
OH YOU ME AT SIX.
I am thoroughly excited about *that* right there, I tell you now.
Because I want to be a scene kid at heart, even though I despise everything they stand for, their music makes me go :D
AHH, as if I just stereotyped.
Move on!
Owl City last night completed a certain fragment of my life. I feel incredibly thankful that it alleviated some of Fran's burdens as well, just being major fangirls. It was blissful. I will say now and here though, that there were some CRAZY people stood in the vicinity of us. I mean, Owl City, eclectic crowd, right?
There was a CRAZY girl stood infront of us. I mean, she was clearly ON MEDICATION. She was with her Mum though. ROFL. Another case like this, but severely toned down, was a boy dressed all in black with a black beenie too, that was with his Dad. His father was the man that is at EVERY GIG I HAVE EVER BEEN TO (not the *actual* man, that would have freaked me out, BIG TIME) but the image of the man who is ALWAYS THERE.
The man in the coat.
Zipped up, to the top.
However, the only thing missing this time was the awkward pint in his hand. Probably because he was with his son.
Oh, I've only just realised, they must have both been under 14 to be accompanied by an adult. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.
Sorry, I was once at that stage, (The Feeling) but MAN. My parents helped me take the posters off the walls, they didn't zip their fleeces up and stand looking a little bit forlorn. Actually, Mum may have done the forlorn thing, but she enjoyed it.
And thirdly, the girl stood behind me. Typical "I'm an annoying girlfriend with my boyfriend" girl. She was so insistent upon the fact she knew more words. I mean, come ON! THERE IS NO NEED! I was just happy to know which song he was singing, and chip in at little bits. I knew she was aiming those sly digs at Fran and I, she was shouting so loudly. She was blonde and short. It was funny.
I also waved my hands a little bit too much and like, biffed a scene kid's back combed mullet.
I thought they had died out, I really did, but no, apparently they are still here, returning like a beheaded hydra. She was even wearing a BOW.
A MASSIVE BLACK BOW.
Cripes, it's 2010. The scene errupted, what, 2 years ago? That is some dedication. Or perhaps she's just behind the times.
What I loved the most is that Adam called us Magpies.
And said "This next song is about bugs and stuff", and then proceeded to sing Fireflies.
He dedicated The Saltwater Room to his father, by saying "If my Dad is out there listening, this goes out to him".
I welled up. I'm not going to lie to you.
I have a lot of revision to do for three separate tests tomorrow.
One which I've had the answers for (well actually only half of them because they printed the booklet wrong, but still) since last Friday, and the other two can just royally shove off.
I am looking forward to Pheasant stirfry mash up.
Thank you Heather.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Saturday 20 February 2010
That the heart may be the weakest part of me
I've started my psychology work and revision.
Having left my textbook in my locker.
ARGHHH!
Noah and the Whale can save me! HURRAH!
One of the things that actually cheers me up, no matter WHAT, is being able to clap in time to songs, which you know, have CLAPS in them.
Like Jocasta. That song, right there. I never thought I would be in love with an entire album like I am with that. And that band.
Which reminds me, they played the Sage in Gateshead near to me. The Sunday after we had dumped Liz in Lancaster. Mum said I couldn't go because I would be too tired. From that day on, I have been an incomplete and brokenhearted Whaleite. WOW. I JUST MADE UP A NAME.
Maybe we're just whales.
Ha, Liz's friend Alicia is TERRIFIED of Whales!
I really like clapping. Like, I mean, I can clap quite loud. And when we had to clap after performances at school, or after Mr.Quinn's speeches after mass, it was always our line of friends that were the ones competing for the last clap. Mine was always the loudest, and I hope it still is. I do tone it down around like small people, or people that I hope will hold a higher opinion of me. But apart from that, I let rip with the clapping.
Oh my goodness.
I guess I should review Avatar, right?
Well, considering I had a rather baffling night online last night AFTER I'd seen it, alas, (Earwax) my mind is not so clear.
I had to give the Imax glasses back. ARGH. Aside from grumbling... OH!
I saw my cousin Lucy and her boyfriend before we went into the cinema! They were sat at Yo!Sushi (which looked UNBELIEVABLY TEMPTING, we had to wait until we got back to eat our tea of spag bol, HALF PAST NINE? IT WAS A JOKE I TELL YOU...but really quite lovely and wholesome, we watched a programme about thatching...LOL) and she looked really happy (: I was pretty proud to have spotted them :D
Oh bum. Dad is trying to fix the shower. I have this horrible sinking feeling that something has gone wrong.
Anyway, Avatar. The imagery was lovely, I was baffled by the effects and the experience of it all. I was just angry at the end because LEONA LEWIS HAD TO GO AND SING THE SONG AT THE END, DIDN'T SHE? ARGH.
The plot wasn't amazing, but I did enjoy the experience. I think the best bit for me was when I turned to my Dad in the middle of the film and he was pretending to brush away the falling "3D" ash from his shoulders. Oh it did make me chuckle amidst all of the "LETS BLOW UP A BIG OL' TREE AND RUIN EVERYTHING" bit of the film.
It made me happy.
I now have to go and leave the "I still haven't seen Avatar minority" group on Facebook.
And STOP GOING ON FACEBOOK.
I'm starting to hate it, with a BURNING PASSION.
I also need to stop becoming a fan of things. IT IS TICKING ME OFF...
AH, I am stopping.
What a relief.
I shall only check once a day, notifications, inbox, respond to my friends... END.
OH MY GOOOOOOOD GRIEF. Fireflies just came on.
I am going to be standing less than 5 feet away from Adam Young at 8pm tonight.
With Francesca.
It's love.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Having left my textbook in my locker.
ARGHHH!
Noah and the Whale can save me! HURRAH!
One of the things that actually cheers me up, no matter WHAT, is being able to clap in time to songs, which you know, have CLAPS in them.
Like Jocasta. That song, right there. I never thought I would be in love with an entire album like I am with that. And that band.
Which reminds me, they played the Sage in Gateshead near to me. The Sunday after we had dumped Liz in Lancaster. Mum said I couldn't go because I would be too tired. From that day on, I have been an incomplete and brokenhearted Whaleite. WOW. I JUST MADE UP A NAME.
Maybe we're just whales.
Ha, Liz's friend Alicia is TERRIFIED of Whales!
I really like clapping. Like, I mean, I can clap quite loud. And when we had to clap after performances at school, or after Mr.Quinn's speeches after mass, it was always our line of friends that were the ones competing for the last clap. Mine was always the loudest, and I hope it still is. I do tone it down around like small people, or people that I hope will hold a higher opinion of me. But apart from that, I let rip with the clapping.
Oh my goodness.
I guess I should review Avatar, right?
Well, considering I had a rather baffling night online last night AFTER I'd seen it, alas, (Earwax) my mind is not so clear.
I had to give the Imax glasses back. ARGH. Aside from grumbling... OH!
I saw my cousin Lucy and her boyfriend before we went into the cinema! They were sat at Yo!Sushi (which looked UNBELIEVABLY TEMPTING, we had to wait until we got back to eat our tea of spag bol, HALF PAST NINE? IT WAS A JOKE I TELL YOU...but really quite lovely and wholesome, we watched a programme about thatching...LOL) and she looked really happy (: I was pretty proud to have spotted them :D
Oh bum. Dad is trying to fix the shower. I have this horrible sinking feeling that something has gone wrong.
Anyway, Avatar. The imagery was lovely, I was baffled by the effects and the experience of it all. I was just angry at the end because LEONA LEWIS HAD TO GO AND SING THE SONG AT THE END, DIDN'T SHE? ARGH.
The plot wasn't amazing, but I did enjoy the experience. I think the best bit for me was when I turned to my Dad in the middle of the film and he was pretending to brush away the falling "3D" ash from his shoulders. Oh it did make me chuckle amidst all of the "LETS BLOW UP A BIG OL' TREE AND RUIN EVERYTHING" bit of the film.
It made me happy.
I now have to go and leave the "I still haven't seen Avatar minority" group on Facebook.
And STOP GOING ON FACEBOOK.
I'm starting to hate it, with a BURNING PASSION.
I also need to stop becoming a fan of things. IT IS TICKING ME OFF...
AH, I am stopping.
What a relief.
I shall only check once a day, notifications, inbox, respond to my friends... END.
OH MY GOOOOOOOD GRIEF. Fireflies just came on.
I am going to be standing less than 5 feet away from Adam Young at 8pm tonight.
With Francesca.
It's love.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Friday 19 February 2010
Wild Young Hearts
I've been on another Spotify spree.
I don't apologise for this, because it just means I'm broadening my musical diversity, and its horizons.
I am quite fond of The Noisettes.
For other reasons than just the beautiful music.
Oh ok, I give in, I'll explain!
Sorry, I am rather giddy.
So, I went ice skating yesterday. And met up with Dom. I can say it now, because Mum finally guessed what he's called. And meh, maybe she'd like to know.
And no Mum, he's not what I class as a boyfriend...yet.
MUAHAHAHHAHAHA.
Anyway, aside from that manic giggle, we all met up yesterday (all being Fran, Danielle and two of his friends. NOT A TRIPLE DATE SCHEME, I SWEAR). And went ice skating.
Now, it has been at least 2 years if not two and a half years since I have been skating. And that was with this pre-mentioned "friend" of the rather depressive blog of a few weeks ago, just to add to my massive pile of poop thoughts that went on yesterday. So, lurking like a lurker on lurk pills (Oh Louise Rennison, your cute little literary devices!) at the back of my mind she was there all day, but she was eschewed with a firm hand. Believe me. Ha, metaphorical SLAP. No.
BACK TO THE EVENTS HAZE!
Fran and Danielle had trouble with public transport, so his friends, him and I ended up going on the ice "early". Well, we quite literally broke the ice easily. BAHA. Anyway, it was just so sweet. Like Bambi, I failed quite miserably to start with, but I picked up confidence (somehow) ... and glided around, into children most of the time I may add, but it was actually so lovely. Mind you, I was imagining things to happen before hand, and guess what? THINGS ACTUALLY EVEN WENT BETTER THAN THAT!
As I was saying, I did flail around abit to start with, but he just grabbed my hand and I dragged him around the ice. He said that it was nice just being led by me. I half expected my legs just to give way then and there, but they kept going. Goodness only knows how! And I still haven't even explained The Noisettes! Well, I shall do that bit now.
The rink had this loop of (some) good songs on, and seeing as we were on it for an hour and fourty, we managed to get through the whole loop. There were these blissful moments when he was skating backwards and I was checking behind his head for children and corners, and he was just looking straight into my eyes. Oh yeah, and then I looked into his and he tripped over my skates. He went SMACK down. Oh my goodness, the guilt just made me scream. I think I mentally scarred a child or two. The cutest thing was that when I apologised, he told me that he was more concerned that I might have gone down with him. Which (I still don't know how actually) I hadn't. ANYWAY! There was (and were actually many points) this one point where we were just skating together, and others where caught a glimpse of each other across the rink when separated, and a song came on that we both knew. We just sort of mouthed TUNE and started singing it at each other.
By far, the best one was "Never Forget You" by The Noisettes ( found here) (OMG IT JUST CAME ON MY SPOTIFY, NO WAY!!!!!) because of the lyrics. Oh, and Beyoncé's "Halo"....LOL.
Also, Kasabian. Just love, right there.
He also, later, offered me some of his milkshake. I couldn't have it because it was full of skittles. Still, the gesture was there, right?
Oh, connotations of milkshake, you make me want to projectile express myself all over you.
(I LOVE SUE FROM GLEE BAHAHAHHA)
Then I went to see Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief with Francesca. Oh my goodness, he is some smokin' eye candy. We were so close to the front of the cinema (well on the front row, duh) that it felt like we were in the film. I'm not complaining about that, he is fit. But my eyesight did suffer a little bit.
Phew! WHAT?
FRANCESCA'S FRIEND IS FRIENDS WITH ERIK HASSLE?
WHAT IS THIS? I NEED TO GET ON THIS!
I have done my research analysis now. PHEWFFF. Revision, reading and one ALAAL to go for work now, I think I'll get most of it done before Avatar.
Oh yeah, I'm going to hang with the blue people. FINALLY.
"Did you miss me?
I borrowed your silver boots, now if you just let me give them back to you..."
The skates were blue.
POOP.
Hahahahahahaha.
Always remember me.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Monday 15 February 2010
Crying
Has become the only way I can judge whether I have enjoyed a film or not these days.
Either from stirring emotions within, or just crying with laughter.
Anyway, I think it's a pretty nifty gauge, yes?
I mean, Juno made me cry.
Amélie made me cry.
Edward Scissorhands, Brokeback Mountain...
I just love them all.
Today, I woke up. Good start Haze, good start. I looked in the mirror and my hair was doing what I wanted it too. Again, good start! I went and got a teacake and toasted it for breakfast. Yummy start. Had some SCOLDING HOT TEA. Not such a good start, but can't go wrong with tea for me. I sat at the table, and talked to Mum, which I think pleasantly surprised her, so I felt good about that. (note to self, start using more adjectives Haze, "good" is lame. You're turning into Meyer here!)
Dad had already gone to school for, what I like to call, "the torture day" where Year 11's have to go in and catch up on their tech coursework. MUHAHHA. Oh poop, I should have done mine. OOPS. I don't have tomorrow to do it either. PANTS. I will have to do it sharpish when I get back on Wednesday. ANYHOOOO!
I got dressed like this and took the pictures. I came back inside, painted my nails and listened to my varied Spotify playlist. I then popped over to the Library, and my nails dried even more because it was VAIR NIPPY NOODLES outside! I returned my books and requested the "Birdsong" audio book. The embarrassed man didn't look too embarrassed for once. (Note, Mum has just put SuBo's album on, I can hear it, and I am not going to block it out...judge me?)
So, I got home and was fierce cold! Thinking logically, I stuck the kettle on and made myself a warm Vimto. OH YEAH! Then I sat and watched "Click" as part of the Adam Sandler Season on CH5. It made me cry. It's a cracking film, good balance. Yes, only good. I mean, I don't really like Adam Sandler that much, so that's probably why.
Mum came home, and she'd bought "Up".
Oh my goodness.
If you do not enjoy or cry at that film; you are not human.
It was as close as perfect can come to a film for me. Wait, that doesn't make sense.
It had a perfect balance of sadness, fun, BIG BELLY LAUGHS, and just life affirming-ness to make me just look at Mum whilst watching it and know that she was thinking what I was thinking.
Gosh, I love the people at Pixar.
In conclusion, I've spent my day crying.
I was even having a really good face day! I put on blusher and everything, because my face had gone a really funny colour overnight, believe it or not. Miraculously, I put on waterproof mascara this morning. PHEWF.
I'm going to a disco this evening with Helen and Denise and all of the lovely Guide folk of Darlington.
It's gonna be bangin' man.
I wanted to talk more about "Up", but all I'm saying now is...
GET IT SEEN.
Lift up your hearts.
My nails are like the colour of graphite. They're beautiful.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Sunday 14 February 2010
Sorrow and solitude
I am spending today in splendid isolation.
And writing about my day before it is over, so I can pour thoughts out instead of events.
I am not sorrowful today by the way, but if I watch a sad film later, I suppose I will be.
Today, lo and behold, is Valentine's Day.
I just can't be arsed.
I never have been, and I can't honestly foresee a future where I ever will be.
If you really love someone, you'd tell them everyday of the year, yes?
Fair enough, it's cute to wake up and find that my Dad had spend last night cutting out neon orange (I don't get that bit, maybe there was no red, but :P) hearts and laying them from the doorway of the bedroom through the hall, living room and into the kitchen, even on the edges of the drawers up to the bench where a card sat for my Mum with a pattern of RED hearts that followed the path he had laid out.
It was really sweet.
And I'd like that sort of gesture, it's just enough.
And it's enough for me to know that my parent's just don't do the whole "ZOMG IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY" thing, they're just quite happy that it's a Sunday that they get to spend together without having to go to school tomorrow I think. The fact that they care about each other is enough to make me happy today. Mum couldn't even do the Goodoku in the Big Issue apparently. LOL.
We were going to go and see Avatar today. I even washed my hair and got dressed like this to go out and everything. Then I went to brush my teeth and it hit me that it's incredibly sad to go to the cinema with my parents on this freaking day of the year. But then Mum decided we weren't going, there aren't any tickets.
So, I'm going to tidy up, listen to Mika and Owl City, and get FREAKING EXCITED!
Oh and finish the final book in the Confessions of Georgia Nicholson series. I have read 189 pages already, in like...two hours. NO EXAGGERATION!
I feel quite content today, I'm happy being single.
It's just...liberating.
Tatty bye,
Haze
p.s. this is my 70th post!
O__________.
And writing about my day before it is over, so I can pour thoughts out instead of events.
I am not sorrowful today by the way, but if I watch a sad film later, I suppose I will be.
Today, lo and behold, is Valentine's Day.
I just can't be arsed.
I never have been, and I can't honestly foresee a future where I ever will be.
If you really love someone, you'd tell them everyday of the year, yes?
Fair enough, it's cute to wake up and find that my Dad had spend last night cutting out neon orange (I don't get that bit, maybe there was no red, but :P) hearts and laying them from the doorway of the bedroom through the hall, living room and into the kitchen, even on the edges of the drawers up to the bench where a card sat for my Mum with a pattern of RED hearts that followed the path he had laid out.
It was really sweet.
And I'd like that sort of gesture, it's just enough.
And it's enough for me to know that my parent's just don't do the whole "ZOMG IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY" thing, they're just quite happy that it's a Sunday that they get to spend together without having to go to school tomorrow I think. The fact that they care about each other is enough to make me happy today. Mum couldn't even do the Goodoku in the Big Issue apparently. LOL.
We were going to go and see Avatar today. I even washed my hair and got dressed like this to go out and everything. Then I went to brush my teeth and it hit me that it's incredibly sad to go to the cinema with my parents on this freaking day of the year. But then Mum decided we weren't going, there aren't any tickets.
So, I'm going to tidy up, listen to Mika and Owl City, and get FREAKING EXCITED!
Oh and finish the final book in the Confessions of Georgia Nicholson series. I have read 189 pages already, in like...two hours. NO EXAGGERATION!
I feel quite content today, I'm happy being single.
It's just...liberating.
Tatty bye,
Haze
p.s. this is my 70th post!
O__________.
Thursday 11 February 2010
Walking alone
gives me far too much time and space to just think about things. I mean, my battery had run out right in the middle of "Dental Care" by Owl City in second study today, and I was just really like HUREHRHRRRRR about that. But walking home in the slightly bitter air this evening just opened my eyes.
(AHEYRHFFH ARGH AS IF I HAVE JUST HAD TO ANSWER THE PHONE 4 TIMES IN THE LAST 10 MINUTES! ARGH MY SHIN HURTS).
So, walking home in the like, silence, makes me think of all of these "what ifs" and it drives me crazy.
I mean, I saw two people with hoods up and really malcontent expressions on their faces, and I just smiled at them. The first was this slightly bohemian looking boy, well man, I would've said maybe 19? and he just averted his eyes away from mine when I smiled, with both my eyes and my mouth, because I'm generous like that.
OH MY GOODNESS RIGHT
I just sat on the phone for another 10 minutes to my Mum's sister. She is having a hard time teaching. And as soon as I sat down to keep typing with this post, Mum arrived at the door with our tea of fish and chips.
I'm currently sitting with a cup of tea watching my TSR video load up onto youtube.
And listening to Ellie Goulding and Erik Hassle singing "Be Mine". And falling in love. Totally.
So, the second person was this...well she was a chav. I'm not going to beat around the bush. But I flashed a really genuine smile, and she was like "WHUUUUUUUUUUUT?" It was actually hilarious. You know in films when you see people's reactions after they walk past other people? And I just beamed, rather like, insanely. But it was COOL. I FELT SO COOL. And like, maybe that girl might have thought "WTF IS SHE JUDGING ME?" (yeah, like she would've thought something like that...but I keep this blog CLEAN dudes, clean as a whistle...that needs cleaning) but she was like O_.
Oh well, you win some, you loose some.
I really fancy going bowling/ice skating on Saturday. I feel a certain amount of freedom ahead this week. Like, being able to walk into town, get falafel, meet my friends, maybe even new people, and just feel...confident and renewed.
I feel that this blog has lost its direction now. UPSET :(
Elizabeth rang at lunch time, and James filmed me whilst she did so.
You'll see the results soon I hope, hehehehe it was really funny!
So, I'm off to see Bugsy Malone tonight at the Hermatige (which is a school near to where Frangipane lives) and I'm excited because I haven't seen it in ages, and I love it when the parts are given to actual young people who can play them properly and the splurge guns are like :D
That was a RUBBISH DESCRIPTION HAZEL.
Anyway, I'm a big ol' fan of am dram, and hopefully a good audience member, so YAY.
NOOOOOOOOOOO!
HOW CAN J-BEED DO THIS TO US?
I JUST DIED INSIDE.
Tatty bye,
Haze
(AHEYRHFFH ARGH AS IF I HAVE JUST HAD TO ANSWER THE PHONE 4 TIMES IN THE LAST 10 MINUTES! ARGH MY SHIN HURTS).
So, walking home in the like, silence, makes me think of all of these "what ifs" and it drives me crazy.
I mean, I saw two people with hoods up and really malcontent expressions on their faces, and I just smiled at them. The first was this slightly bohemian looking boy, well man, I would've said maybe 19? and he just averted his eyes away from mine when I smiled, with both my eyes and my mouth, because I'm generous like that.
OH MY GOODNESS RIGHT
I just sat on the phone for another 10 minutes to my Mum's sister. She is having a hard time teaching. And as soon as I sat down to keep typing with this post, Mum arrived at the door with our tea of fish and chips.
I'm currently sitting with a cup of tea watching my TSR video load up onto youtube.
And listening to Ellie Goulding and Erik Hassle singing "Be Mine". And falling in love. Totally.
So, the second person was this...well she was a chav. I'm not going to beat around the bush. But I flashed a really genuine smile, and she was like "WHUUUUUUUUUUUT?" It was actually hilarious. You know in films when you see people's reactions after they walk past other people? And I just beamed, rather like, insanely. But it was COOL. I FELT SO COOL. And like, maybe that girl might have thought "WTF IS SHE JUDGING ME?" (yeah, like she would've thought something like that...but I keep this blog CLEAN dudes, clean as a whistle...that needs cleaning) but she was like O_.
Oh well, you win some, you loose some.
I really fancy going bowling/ice skating on Saturday. I feel a certain amount of freedom ahead this week. Like, being able to walk into town, get falafel, meet my friends, maybe even new people, and just feel...confident and renewed.
I feel that this blog has lost its direction now. UPSET :(
Elizabeth rang at lunch time, and James filmed me whilst she did so.
You'll see the results soon I hope, hehehehe it was really funny!
So, I'm off to see Bugsy Malone tonight at the Hermatige (which is a school near to where Frangipane lives) and I'm excited because I haven't seen it in ages, and I love it when the parts are given to actual young people who can play them properly and the splurge guns are like :D
That was a RUBBISH DESCRIPTION HAZEL.
Anyway, I'm a big ol' fan of am dram, and hopefully a good audience member, so YAY.
NOOOOOOOOOOO!
HOW CAN J-BEED DO THIS TO US?
I JUST DIED INSIDE.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Sunday 7 February 2010
I fell asleep on crack
The Crack, the magazine. Honestly.
Now, as a sort of meme, this is what made made my day today:
"advantages and disadvantages of botanical garden
hi im a studen who badly need your help. i need to know all advantages and disadvantages of a botanical garden. pls help me finish my paper work. tnx
Posts: 2,396
Hmm? I suggest you read through the forums to try to determine the answers to that question yourself. I think it will be best if you present your own ideas in your assignment.
__________________
Eric La Fountaine
Forums Administrator"
BAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. Now, I found this, searching for an answer too. And I just admire how frank the admin was with this person. Firm, but fair. I guess they should find and present their own ideas in their assignment, but that's not helping me, is it? >.<
Oh dear.
Ben Folds' music is so LOVELY! It's helped me do...some work today. I set out at 10 o'clock to do it ALL today. We all knew it wasn't going to happen.
I passed 1010 tweets on Twitter. BOOM.
Also, I found a beautiful phone which I would very much like for my birthday.
It's the flat version of the Sony Ericsson Hazel(tm). WOW!
I KNOW!
I saw it and though WOWZ. ACTUALLY PERFECT.
However, it has so many features that are like "Wow, that's useful...or unnecessary, but still cool", and made me realise how much I do actually need to dis-attach myself from...like the internet. And constant connection with people. Hence, probably why I've cherished and used my phone properly and not felt the need to nag for an upgrade for the past 3, coming up to 4 years. But now, I think I would like something not as battered, and just...new. Don't get me wrong, I adore my current Margi. She keeps me in the loop just enough, and keeps me out of it just enough too. I'm scared that if I *do* get a new phone, I'd just be GLUED to it. I really don't want that. I need to just be alone sometimes. We all do. I'm not a lonely person, but we do just need to get away from technology sometimes. For me, this need is becoming stronger, but my willingness to actually do so is considerably lacking.
Talking to Ashley is lovely.
I need to finish this Effington (ah Ben Folds <3) Biology work and...everything else.
OH! TOMORROW IS MONDAY! YAY!
Tatty bye,
Haze
Now, as a sort of meme, this is what made made my day today:
"advantages and disadvantages of botanical garden
hi im a studen who badly need your help. i need to know all advantages and disadvantages of a botanical garden. pls help me finish my paper work. tnx
Posts: 2,396
Hmm? I suggest you read through the forums to try to determine the answers to that question yourself. I think it will be best if you present your own ideas in your assignment.
__________________
Eric La Fountaine
Forums Administrator"
BAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. Now, I found this, searching for an answer too. And I just admire how frank the admin was with this person. Firm, but fair. I guess they should find and present their own ideas in their assignment, but that's not helping me, is it? >.<
Oh dear.
Ben Folds' music is so LOVELY! It's helped me do...some work today. I set out at 10 o'clock to do it ALL today. We all knew it wasn't going to happen.
I passed 1010 tweets on Twitter. BOOM.
Also, I found a beautiful phone which I would very much like for my birthday.
It's the flat version of the Sony Ericsson Hazel(tm). WOW!
I KNOW!
I saw it and though WOWZ. ACTUALLY PERFECT.
However, it has so many features that are like "Wow, that's useful...or unnecessary, but still cool", and made me realise how much I do actually need to dis-attach myself from...like the internet. And constant connection with people. Hence, probably why I've cherished and used my phone properly and not felt the need to nag for an upgrade for the past 3, coming up to 4 years. But now, I think I would like something not as battered, and just...new. Don't get me wrong, I adore my current Margi. She keeps me in the loop just enough, and keeps me out of it just enough too. I'm scared that if I *do* get a new phone, I'd just be GLUED to it. I really don't want that. I need to just be alone sometimes. We all do. I'm not a lonely person, but we do just need to get away from technology sometimes. For me, this need is becoming stronger, but my willingness to actually do so is considerably lacking.
Talking to Ashley is lovely.
I need to finish this Effington (ah Ben Folds <3) Biology work and...everything else.
OH! TOMORROW IS MONDAY! YAY!
Tatty bye,
Haze
Saturday 6 February 2010
"My sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia tells me I love you"
That has made my day.
I also realise, I say that far too often. I'm increasingly aware that I try and judge my days by seeing if I've said that at any point during the day. I've figured out that if I haven't...it's been a rubbish day. End. Of.
Now, I'm not too much of a fan of Physics, and most of the time, I just don't have the patience to want to understand it, but I appreciate it's complexity alright. But this makes me go :D
"As I approach you at near the speed of light, I hope I can experience the time dilation of seeing you for eternity."
I mean, you can't really get better than these nerdy lines, can you?
Oh, and yeah, this one *actually* got used on me.
"You have 206 bones in your body, do you want another one?"
I'm not ashamed (well I am actually, just a little bit, but really not enough for it to constitute as lying) to say that it actually made me go "Aw. He's cute."
Is there something wrong with me? Because, looking back, it's actually probably the creepiest one there is out there. BUT YOU KNOW NOTHING OF ITS CONTEXT MUHAHAHAHAHAHA, SO THERE.
So, today was quite busy. I woke myself up with Revenge On The Radio at 8 o'clock. I didn't get out of bed until about half past. It was quiiiite alright! I then jumped straight in the shower, and washed my hair. GAH.
Then, I had the crusts of the loaf with nutella and peanut butter, as a sandwich. Man, I felt like I was living the high life! (Is it *really* Nutella day? WOW IF IT IS!) Then, I got ready and stuff. And by stuff, I mean actually procrastinating enough to not have any time to salvage the hair or actually put any make up on. On the plus side, when I was at Band (which is where I was getting ready to go, fairly self explanatory Haze, your intelligent readers will CLEARLY UNDERSTAND *facepaml*) I was able to rub my eyes as much as I wanted to because I had NO MAKE UP ON AND I WAS TIRED. BOOM. We played Les Mis. I got the tingleies and smiled. It was really rather lovely. Then I came home a little bit earlier than ordinary, and had some soup, washed my face, put some eyeliner and mascara on, marvelled at actually how long my eyelashes have become...WOW, and then packed up some stuff, and got in the car.
That reminds me, I have a copy of The Crack to finish. I actually LOVE that magazine. It's just perfect for...well me. HEHE.
So, we went to pick Philippa up (Helen called her Phil today, it made me think of someone. Yes, the someone who used the chat up line) and then drove to Allie's house in Darlington for a meeting about Canada. I'm really excited now! We spent about half an hour choosing colours for Hoodies and polo shirts...we decided on Purple and Red. That way round in correspondence to the hoodies and shirts.
(Side note, I just rubbed my eye and now there is glitter in it, despite JUST writing about having MAKE UP ON MY EYES AAJNHSJSNDKSDK >FAIL<)
So the meeting overran abit, but it was actually really cool. Everything's booked now. And I mean everything. WOWZZZZERZZ!
So when I got home, I checked my emailios and stuff, and sat with Ben Fold's University Accapella album on le Spotify and finished The Catcher in the Rye. And I mean wow. What an intriguing book. I do feel slightly lost having finished it now.
Really rather sad too about J.D.Salinger now.
However, I'm going to go and read my previously mentioned copy of The Crack, and source some new art and music to go and, you know, be cultured visiting/witnessing, and just feel... hopeful.
Tatty bye,
Haze
I also realise, I say that far too often. I'm increasingly aware that I try and judge my days by seeing if I've said that at any point during the day. I've figured out that if I haven't...it's been a rubbish day. End. Of.
Now, I'm not too much of a fan of Physics, and most of the time, I just don't have the patience to want to understand it, but I appreciate it's complexity alright. But this makes me go :D
"As I approach you at near the speed of light, I hope I can experience the time dilation of seeing you for eternity."
I mean, you can't really get better than these nerdy lines, can you?
Oh, and yeah, this one *actually* got used on me.
"You have 206 bones in your body, do you want another one?"
I'm not ashamed (well I am actually, just a little bit, but really not enough for it to constitute as lying) to say that it actually made me go "Aw. He's cute."
Is there something wrong with me? Because, looking back, it's actually probably the creepiest one there is out there. BUT YOU KNOW NOTHING OF ITS CONTEXT MUHAHAHAHAHAHA, SO THERE.
So, today was quite busy. I woke myself up with Revenge On The Radio at 8 o'clock. I didn't get out of bed until about half past. It was quiiiite alright! I then jumped straight in the shower, and washed my hair. GAH.
Then, I had the crusts of the loaf with nutella and peanut butter, as a sandwich. Man, I felt like I was living the high life! (Is it *really* Nutella day? WOW IF IT IS!) Then, I got ready and stuff. And by stuff, I mean actually procrastinating enough to not have any time to salvage the hair or actually put any make up on. On the plus side, when I was at Band (which is where I was getting ready to go, fairly self explanatory Haze, your intelligent readers will CLEARLY UNDERSTAND *facepaml*) I was able to rub my eyes as much as I wanted to because I had NO MAKE UP ON AND I WAS TIRED. BOOM. We played Les Mis. I got the tingleies and smiled. It was really rather lovely. Then I came home a little bit earlier than ordinary, and had some soup, washed my face, put some eyeliner and mascara on, marvelled at actually how long my eyelashes have become...WOW, and then packed up some stuff, and got in the car.
That reminds me, I have a copy of The Crack to finish. I actually LOVE that magazine. It's just perfect for...well me. HEHE.
So, we went to pick Philippa up (Helen called her Phil today, it made me think of someone. Yes, the someone who used the chat up line) and then drove to Allie's house in Darlington for a meeting about Canada. I'm really excited now! We spent about half an hour choosing colours for Hoodies and polo shirts...we decided on Purple and Red. That way round in correspondence to the hoodies and shirts.
(Side note, I just rubbed my eye and now there is glitter in it, despite JUST writing about having MAKE UP ON MY EYES AAJNHSJSNDKSDK >FAIL<)
So the meeting overran abit, but it was actually really cool. Everything's booked now. And I mean everything. WOWZZZZERZZ!
So when I got home, I checked my emailios and stuff, and sat with Ben Fold's University Accapella album on le Spotify and finished The Catcher in the Rye. And I mean wow. What an intriguing book. I do feel slightly lost having finished it now.
Really rather sad too about J.D.Salinger now.
However, I'm going to go and read my previously mentioned copy of The Crack, and source some new art and music to go and, you know, be cultured visiting/witnessing, and just feel... hopeful.
Tatty bye,
Haze
Thursday 4 February 2010
Only one pair of tights
And it’s bitterly cold outside today. I’ve decided to go for the slightly more badass Dr. Marten boots today, and get this, a Monday skirt. This way, I can feel lady like, look kind of in fashion with somewhat of a high waist, and be able to walk into town without toppling over (see last Monday)…hopefully.
And James shall be in, so I shall not be alone in my… journey. It’s his Birthday tomorrow. I got him something amazing. And I shall bake this evening, and make a card and whatnot. And revise over psychology too. And probably leave MSN and Skype signed in, so it looks like I’m just sitting there…watching. But in fact, I will be using Myspace, LOL’ing, and laughing at actually how silly Facebook is.
I would like to apologise for my last blog, I just felt like it needed to be said. I always feel like I’m bearing too many burdens, and I prefer to just write it all down to be quite honest with you. That’s right, I’m being honest with you. Which is more than can be said for some people. Man, they really get a bang out of lying.
Catcher in the Rye anyone? I’m really enjoying reading it with a critical, but still open eye.
I’m going to plug into my really over played “Lush” playlist now, and get over the initial, spitting anger of this morning. Seriously, I was spitting like an RSC member performing in the grittiest scene of Macbeth, which is not Act 3 Scene 4, which is the only scene I have studied in depth.
Having said that, I’m just really excited for the rest of my life.
I was very anxious last night, I didn’t get to sleep too well. I even tried to go to bed so early, that I wasn’t even tired, which really didn’t help. I think I just got so wound up in my own thoughts and worries, that it just didn’t make sense anymore. My imagination was way too vivid. I think I need to stop worrying about the bad in people, and accept that people are inherently good. People’s true nature will show when they realise that everything is good, and bitter people do not always win.
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Hello, it is now Wednesday morning, and I have a lot of things to report!
My Biology test… I got 52%! Considering Mr. Robertson actually told us that anything over 50 was really well done because it was a really difficult test made me feel a little bit better about my D. Anyway, that was Monday. My bus journey made me smile, but not as much. I spent a lot of time just sitting and wondering on Monday. And Alice tried to ring me during my piano lesson, so that was a MASSIVE fail. It was more like “KEEP PLAYING HAZEL SO SHE WON’T HEAR THE METALLIC THRUMMING IN YOUR POCKET”. Woah, that made it sound like I had a TARDIS in my pocket ahahaha I WISH. So, Monday night was weird. Although, I did make an AMAZING cake, and before hand, had pesto and scrambled eggs for tea. YUMMETY YUM YUM.
I then caught up on the internet and read myself to sleep. It was quite cushty actually. THEN LO AND BEHOLD, TUESDAY. THE DAY OF DOOM. (I actually typed FOOM by accident, what an odd looking word!)
English was AMAZING. Biology was a drag. Psychology was a JOKE! SHE CANNOT CALCULATE MEAN AVERAGES! I MEAN, COME ON!!! There were some MAJOR headdesk moments, I am not kidding. I mean, why would I kid you? This is “I’mnotgoingtolietoyou” after all :P
Then, it was time for INTERHOUSE NETBALL! Which, was an absolute SHAMBLES/FARCE/RIDDUCLE/JUST PLAINLY WRONG. We had a four person team. Standard netball team in SEVEN. SEVVVENNN!!! For goodness’ sake! So, I was Goal Defence, Annelisa was Goal Attack, Sophie was Center, and Charlotte was Wing Defence. It was catastrophic. Mainly because I can’t catch, but caught it everytime it came through the net after the other team had scored. FAIL. Still, we came *joint* last, so it wasn’t all bad.
Then I came home, had a VERY quick shower, some soup and dashed off to Cadets. Whereupon Rosie and I made them run around and do press ups before they could have their tuck. My, my how we laughed.
OH POOP, GOT TO RUN! Quite literally, and hand this Biology in! I shall return to this draft in about…12 hours. Oh bum. Quite literally.
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ARGH!
So, besides this being a terribly drafted blog, and actually 24 hours on from when I last had this open, it's completely out of sequence BLAH BLAHH! IT’S NOW THURSDAY. I did that presentation work last night on Gatsby and it got finished in time, eceteraaa!
Facebook chat keeps popping. I made my TSR video...FAIL.
I feel like things are coming together.
Tomorrow, I’m going to Clarinetix. I can’t wait :D
I have hope.
Tatty bye,
Haze
And James shall be in, so I shall not be alone in my… journey. It’s his Birthday tomorrow. I got him something amazing. And I shall bake this evening, and make a card and whatnot. And revise over psychology too. And probably leave MSN and Skype signed in, so it looks like I’m just sitting there…watching. But in fact, I will be using Myspace, LOL’ing, and laughing at actually how silly Facebook is.
I would like to apologise for my last blog, I just felt like it needed to be said. I always feel like I’m bearing too many burdens, and I prefer to just write it all down to be quite honest with you. That’s right, I’m being honest with you. Which is more than can be said for some people. Man, they really get a bang out of lying.
Catcher in the Rye anyone? I’m really enjoying reading it with a critical, but still open eye.
I’m going to plug into my really over played “Lush” playlist now, and get over the initial, spitting anger of this morning. Seriously, I was spitting like an RSC member performing in the grittiest scene of Macbeth, which is not Act 3 Scene 4, which is the only scene I have studied in depth.
Having said that, I’m just really excited for the rest of my life.
I was very anxious last night, I didn’t get to sleep too well. I even tried to go to bed so early, that I wasn’t even tired, which really didn’t help. I think I just got so wound up in my own thoughts and worries, that it just didn’t make sense anymore. My imagination was way too vivid. I think I need to stop worrying about the bad in people, and accept that people are inherently good. People’s true nature will show when they realise that everything is good, and bitter people do not always win.
-
Hello, it is now Wednesday morning, and I have a lot of things to report!
My Biology test… I got 52%! Considering Mr. Robertson actually told us that anything over 50 was really well done because it was a really difficult test made me feel a little bit better about my D. Anyway, that was Monday. My bus journey made me smile, but not as much. I spent a lot of time just sitting and wondering on Monday. And Alice tried to ring me during my piano lesson, so that was a MASSIVE fail. It was more like “KEEP PLAYING HAZEL SO SHE WON’T HEAR THE METALLIC THRUMMING IN YOUR POCKET”. Woah, that made it sound like I had a TARDIS in my pocket ahahaha I WISH. So, Monday night was weird. Although, I did make an AMAZING cake, and before hand, had pesto and scrambled eggs for tea. YUMMETY YUM YUM.
I then caught up on the internet and read myself to sleep. It was quite cushty actually. THEN LO AND BEHOLD, TUESDAY. THE DAY OF DOOM. (I actually typed FOOM by accident, what an odd looking word!)
English was AMAZING. Biology was a drag. Psychology was a JOKE! SHE CANNOT CALCULATE MEAN AVERAGES! I MEAN, COME ON!!! There were some MAJOR headdesk moments, I am not kidding. I mean, why would I kid you? This is “I’mnotgoingtolietoyou” after all :P
Then, it was time for INTERHOUSE NETBALL! Which, was an absolute SHAMBLES/FARCE/RIDDUCLE/JUST PLAINLY WRONG. We had a four person team. Standard netball team in SEVEN. SEVVVENNN!!! For goodness’ sake! So, I was Goal Defence, Annelisa was Goal Attack, Sophie was Center, and Charlotte was Wing Defence. It was catastrophic. Mainly because I can’t catch, but caught it everytime it came through the net after the other team had scored. FAIL. Still, we came *joint* last, so it wasn’t all bad.
Then I came home, had a VERY quick shower, some soup and dashed off to Cadets. Whereupon Rosie and I made them run around and do press ups before they could have their tuck. My, my how we laughed.
OH POOP, GOT TO RUN! Quite literally, and hand this Biology in! I shall return to this draft in about…12 hours. Oh bum. Quite literally.
-
ARGH!
So, besides this being a terribly drafted blog, and actually 24 hours on from when I last had this open, it's completely out of sequence BLAH BLAHH! IT’S NOW THURSDAY. I did that presentation work last night on Gatsby and it got finished in time, eceteraaa!
Facebook chat keeps popping. I made my TSR video...FAIL.
I feel like things are coming together.
Tomorrow, I’m going to Clarinetix. I can’t wait :D
I have hope.
Tatty bye,
Haze
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